[guide.chat] In Reply To: Bygone days
- From: "James Liddell" <james.liddell2@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "Elizabeth Kay" <ebeth.kay@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>, "Guide.chat" <guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Sat, 22 Sep 2012 22:40:23 +0100
Hi, Elizabeth.
Only one teacher out of all those I've ever known gave me a feeling of dislike
amounting to near hatred. She was no example of her profession, I assure you!
The teacher in question was elderly when she taught the first year primary
class of which I was a member. She took great delight in ridiculing my art
efforts ( obviously I couldn't see what I was supposed to be painting.)
In the same class was a black boy - a great friend of mine even nowadays - whom
she laughed and made fun of. She even ridiculed a girl in the class who wore
callipers due to her having had polio.
So why am I posting this as a reply to you? Well, when balls were accidentally
kicked into her garden - next to the school playground - they were confiscated
and invariably never returned. She had taught at that school for nearly forty
years ( She'd even taught my mother as an infant ), and, after retiral,
remained in the house. She died about fifteen years ago, and her niece, on
clearing the shed, found nearly a hundred footballs, plastic and leather - all
of which had been deliberately punctured with a machete knife which was hanging
there for that purpose.
-----Original Message-----
From: Elizabeth Kay - Email Address: ebeth.kay@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Sent On: 22/09/2012 20:59
Sent To: Guide.chat - Email Address: guide.chat@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [guide.chat] Bygone days
Thanks Malcolm and Dawn and James for sharing thoughts and feelings about past
tines.My only experience of children playing out is hearing them playing
football in the back street. I live in a small terraced house with a back yard
that I have made into a patio garden with shrubs and flowers in pots and tubs.
I am not pleased when a knock comes to the front door and a small child pipes
up "My ball has gone in your yard"I never chastise them even though I have to
let them come through the house to find it themselves. After all they have to
play sonewhere and they do not have the freedom we had,but I wish the could
enjoy playing ganes that did not cause this inconvenience.
Walking home from school my brother and I used to keep looking over our
shoulders to see if Johnny Hodgkiss was coming. Johnny was a farmer who
delivered milk with a horse and milk float. If he happened to br returning from
his round at the same time that we were going home from school for our
dinner,he would stop and let us climb in. Otherwise we had about a mile to
walk. The walk wa really no hardship though, we hardly noticed it. Children
could not expect to be ferried around in those days, no cars and no buses we
just had to walk. Trams at the Four Lane Ends terminus, about two miles away
,would take us to town but that wa a major expedition. My father once took me
to the doctor's surgery with a bad cut on my forehead, on the crossbar of his
bicycle. This was in the 1920's.
I wonder what today's children will talk about when their time comes? I
imagine technology will have replaced computors and mobile phones as we know
them so they willbe able to reminisce about how things uded to be when they
were young! Elizabeth
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